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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 ABBA 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.