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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
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.