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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Index,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.