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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.