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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.