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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
The Remains,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.