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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
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.