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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.