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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.