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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Dave Gahan to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.