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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.