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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 AZ to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.