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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Doors to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Faust,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.