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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Pole,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
The Move,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.