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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.