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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.