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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.