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 Mozambique and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Swans,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.