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 Eritrea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.