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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
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.