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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.