Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.