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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.