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 Latvia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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.