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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.