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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.