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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
UT,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.