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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.