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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.