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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Q65,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.