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 Bahrain and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hot Snakes to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
the Swans,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.