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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
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.