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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
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.