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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.