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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Monks,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.