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 East Timor and from Halifax.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.