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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Television,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.