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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.