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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Roxette,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.