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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.