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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.