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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Pole,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Visage,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.