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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Move,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.