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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
The Wake,
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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.