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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.