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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.