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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.