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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Birthday Party to the grime 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.