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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pet Shop Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.