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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.