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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Little Man,
Swans,
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.