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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.