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 Poland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
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.