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 Botswana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.