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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
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.