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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.