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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.