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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.