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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.