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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.