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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Pole,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Red Krayola,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.