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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.