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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.