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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.