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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.