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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Blancmange,
Technova,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.