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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.