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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brass Construction to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.