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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.