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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.