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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.