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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.