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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.