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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
UT,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.