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 Kuwait and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Index,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
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.