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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.