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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
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.