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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
The Sound,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.