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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.