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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Crime,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.