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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.