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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.