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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.