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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.