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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.