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 Uganda and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Crime,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.