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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
The Busters,
Scion,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
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.