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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.