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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Visage 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.