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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.