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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Organ,
Smog,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.