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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.