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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.