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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Can,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.