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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.