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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.