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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.