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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.