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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.