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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.