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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.