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 China and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.