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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.