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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Q65,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.