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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.