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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
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.