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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.