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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.