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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.