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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Inner City,
the Germs,
ABC,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.