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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.