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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.