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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.