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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.