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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Nico,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.