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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
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.