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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.