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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.