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 Angola and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
UT,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.