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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
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.