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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.