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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
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.