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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
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.