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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.