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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.