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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.