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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Maurizio,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.