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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.