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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rap 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.