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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.