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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
New Order,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.