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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Television,
The Evens,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.