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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
UT,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.