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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.