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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.