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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.