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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter & Gordon 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
UT,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.