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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.