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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.