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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.