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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cure 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Crime,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.