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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.