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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.