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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth 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 rap 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.