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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.