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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.