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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marc Almond 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.