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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Nas,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
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.