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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Niagra,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.