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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.