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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.