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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
ABC,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.