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 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.