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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.