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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 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 Electric Prunes to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.