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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.