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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.