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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Nico,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.