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 Poland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.