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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
X-101,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.