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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.