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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.