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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Crime,
Q65,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
ABC,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.