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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.