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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Angels of Light,
The Remains,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.