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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.