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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.