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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Agitation Free to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Whodini,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.