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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.