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 Thailand 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
10cc,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.