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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.