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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
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.