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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Scion,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.