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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.