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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Nico,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.