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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.