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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
FM Einheit,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.