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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Wire,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.