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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.