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 Chad and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terry Callier to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
ABC,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.