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 Moldova and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.