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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
PIL,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.