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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.