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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.