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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.