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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
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.