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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.