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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the disco 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.