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 Bulgaria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.