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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.