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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.