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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Visage,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.