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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.