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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.