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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.