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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.