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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.