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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
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.