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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
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.