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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.