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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.