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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
the Human League,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.