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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.