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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.