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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.