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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.