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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.