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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.