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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Can,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
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.