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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.