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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.