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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Nico,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.