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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
CMW,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.