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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole 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?
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
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.