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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
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.