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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.