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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.