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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Monks,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
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.