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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.