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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.