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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Flipper,
DNA,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.