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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 EPMD 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.