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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.