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 Spain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.