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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
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.