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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.