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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.