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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.