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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Index,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Josef K,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.