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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
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.