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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.