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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.