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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.