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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Busters to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.