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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.