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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.