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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Move,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.