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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.