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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.