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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 David Axelrod to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
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.