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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.