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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Audionom,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.