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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.