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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.