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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
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.