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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Mars to the punk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.