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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
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.