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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.