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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.