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 Argentina 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.