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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.