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 Chile and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
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.