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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
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.