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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.