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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
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.