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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.