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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.