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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.