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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Television,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.