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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.