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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.