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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.