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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
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.