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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Motorama,
The Index,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.