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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Can,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.