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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.