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 Gabon and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.