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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
the Association,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
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.