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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.