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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.