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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.