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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.