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 Papua New Guinea 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.