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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
UT,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.