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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.