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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
MC5,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.