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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Faust,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.