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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.