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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.