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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.