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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.