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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Slits,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
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.