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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 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 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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.