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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
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.