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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Lindisfarne,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.