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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.