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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
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.