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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.