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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
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.