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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.