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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
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.