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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
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Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.