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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.