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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.