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 Finland 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.