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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.