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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.