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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.