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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.