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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.