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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.