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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.