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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Nico,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Index,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.