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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.