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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.