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 Thailand and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.