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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.