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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.