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 Luxembourg and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras 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?
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
the Association,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.