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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
The Move,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Crime,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.