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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.