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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.