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 Botswana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.