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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
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.