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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
MDC,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Q65,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
The Wake,
UT,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.