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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
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.