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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.