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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.