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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.