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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.