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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Index,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
10cc,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
JFA,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.