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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.