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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.