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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.