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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.