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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 David Axelrod 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.