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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.