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 China and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 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 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.