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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Whodini,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.