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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Gong,
X-102,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
AZ,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.