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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.