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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.