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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
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.