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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
10cc,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.