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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Litter 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.