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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.