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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Lyres,
Japan,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.