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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.