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 San Marino and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.