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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moleskins to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.