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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
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.