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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the rock 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.