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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.