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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.