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 South Sudan 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.