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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.