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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.