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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.