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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.