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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.