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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Saints,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.