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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.