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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.