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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.