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 Senegal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.