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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
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.