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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.