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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.