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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.