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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.