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 Austria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
The Names,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.