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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.