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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.