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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.