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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.