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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.