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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.