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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.