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 France and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
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.