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 Spain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.