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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Mars,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.