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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.