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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.