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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.