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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.