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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Fear,
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.