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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.