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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Franke,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.