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 Congo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.