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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Gong,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.