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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.