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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Zapp,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.