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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
X-102,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.