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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.