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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.