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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.