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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Urselle,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.