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 United States and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.