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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.