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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
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.