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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Faust,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
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.