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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.