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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
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.