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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.