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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sex Pistols to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.