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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Smog,
John Cale,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.