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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.