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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.