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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.