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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Scion,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.