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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
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.