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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.