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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.