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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
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.