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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.