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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.