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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Crime,
MC5,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.