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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.