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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.