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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.