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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.