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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.