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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
Pylon,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.