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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.