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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.