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 Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Audionom to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.