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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Neu!,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.