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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.