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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.