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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Section 25 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
June Days,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.