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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Index,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.