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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
10cc,
New Order,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Nico,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.