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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
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.