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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.