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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Television,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.