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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Slits,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
June Days,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
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.