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 Korea South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.