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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.