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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
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.