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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Nico to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.