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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Index,
MC5,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.