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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Associates to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.