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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.