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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.