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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.