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 Tanzania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the electroclash 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.