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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Cameo,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.