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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
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.