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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.