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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.