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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.