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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Magma,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.