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 Eritrea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.