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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.