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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.