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 Serbia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Lyres,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Standells,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.