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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.