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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.