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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.