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 Honduras and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.