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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.