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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.