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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
The Index,
AZ,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.