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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.