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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.