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 Panama 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.