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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.