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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Organ,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.