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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.