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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.