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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
MC5,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
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.