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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
ABC,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Nico,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
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.