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 United States and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.