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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
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.