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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.