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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.