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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.