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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.