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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.