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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 H. Thieme 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.