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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Japan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.