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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.