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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.