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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.