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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Technova to the techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Joy Division,
X-102,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.