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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.