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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.