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 Laos and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
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.