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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.