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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Visage,
Neil Young,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.