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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.