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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Echospace,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.