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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Index,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.