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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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.