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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.