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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the techno 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.