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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.