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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.