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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.