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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Smog,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.