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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Magma,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.