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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.