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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
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.