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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.