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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scan 7 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Television,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
MDC,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.