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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
The Doors,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.