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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.