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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.