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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.