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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.