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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.