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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.