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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Spandau Ballet,
Pagans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.