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 Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.