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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Qualms to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.