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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sandy B,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.