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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.