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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.