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 Panama and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.