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 Peru 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Organ,
X-101,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.