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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Todd Terry to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.