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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.